Going to Eric's today.

That is all.

There being summer.....in other news i plan to sleep tonght as i haven't done that i a while.

Half of my day kind of sucked today. I'm still in the suck phase of it so i'm posting really nothing at all.

IT'S TOO HOT!!!!!  and i'm craving milkshakes and checkers.

It's truley unbelievable that I put myself in these situations almost as if it where subconsioulsly on purpose. I am such a procrastinatior. Truth is I work best under pressure. I KNOW I have all this stuff to do and have time to do it and LITERALLY don't until I feel the anxiety of time creeping up on me. I mean I get it done, but why do i inflict this on myself. I mean, I know I have a problem I guess it's my first step to recovery..
(*head down, slowly walking away) haha I am so Dramatic. 

I swore I told you that story before, Freda! Fawn had found him on her street near her dad's house one day and called me and was like "Hey Rachel, do you want a baby bird?"

My mom and I rushed down there to get him. We had him for only about a week and he wasn't scared of us at all.  He was a fledgling, so he could almost fly but wasn't quite ready yet.

I'm trying to find the pictures I have of him. 

Oh, and I named him Gingersnap! :D

I'll post the pictures here if I can find them.

i was going to post something about Hangover 2, but then i was completely blown away by Freda's picture below.

:(

shit like that gets me so depressed.

many of you may not know this, but i love birds.

and during this season, so many birds die from falling from their nests. and for some reason, i keep stumbling upon all of these dead little babies.

i know it's a part of life, but i hate it.

many of you know about my tragic experience of when my pet parakeet died of cancer a few years ago.

but once, about two summers ago, i tried to save a baby bird who had been thrown from his nest in a thunderstorm. i kept him for a few days in a small box and fed him as though i was his mother. i would have to feed him every 25 minutes and wake up with him in the morning when he would start to cry. i was giving him this gross mush mixture of baby food, cat food, and bread. he would actually sit in my palm and open his little mouth so i could drop the food in. he would also cuddle next to me to keep warm when i took him outside to sit in the grass.

ughh.

he died in my hands about a week later as i kissed him goodbye.

:(

apparently he had been pretty traumatized by the fall, considering his missing patches feathers that weren't growing back.

i will always have a place in my heart for my "adopted baby".

It's really good having my mom here, finally. It feels like she has been gone for a year or so, but the time apart really did help me realize how much she does to keep the house mantained and everyone fed. It's a jungle out here (my house) filled with blood craving savages (my hungry brothers) who will stop at nothing until they are fed.... (by me). But now that I'm not in charge anymore, it's nice to have my "independence" back. Well I have loads of work to do. I plan on getting it done; I just got an awesome second job, and I'm sorta happy.

:)

Yesterday my mom and I went to the beach. We wanted to go for a late night swim. When we arrived there it was really cold. We forgot to factor in the sea breeze which lowers the temperature 15-20 degrees. We were going to put on wet suits and go in but after we felt the water, which was ice cold, we decided not to go swimming. Instead we had dinner with our family who was down there. it was all very nice and worth the drive.

Here's my to do list. i need to post here because then I can't lose it

ACT shit
Globalization
Foreign Film
Math HW
Urban Ecology